San Pedro- The Magical Fruit

lots of energy

Substances: Trichocereus

I've heard alot of sad stories regarding the Pedro, so I went into the experience with some doubt. I went and purchased a medium sized Pedro for about 20 bucks or so, and tried to prepare it. First I sliced it and placed the nice green stars into the oven at about 120, but I soon realized I'd have to puree' it. I was left with a green gook that I spread out on a pan and let dry in the oven. Once dry, I popped it into the coffee grinder and got it down to as fine a powder as I could. I filled up about 50(!) OOO pills, that weighed about 75 grams. This is the best method despite the amount of pills, eating it raw is just no good! Yech...

Anyways, at 9:30 am I started gulping pills. I finished at 10:15, having almost thrown up twice. Stomach distress was gone by 10:45. I sat down and watched t.v. for a bit and waited. By the time 11:30 rolled up on the clock I was convinced I had gotten the wrong cactus. Oh well, I thought. I went about and did some laundry, and then settled back down to watch some television. During a commercial, I glanced up at the cieling. To my suprise, it started moving. Breathing is more accurate. Oh shit! Maybe I didn't get the wrong one! I rushed over to my rug and stared in wonderment as the lights and the darks started to seperate, each individual tone was distinct. After a little bit, the lights would become "embossed" and finnally start to move indepenantly of the dark portions. I watched it flow for a while, but then I decided I had to get in touch with my freind M to share the experience (and to get him to drive me around :) To my despair, I couldn't find his number. I went out to swim for a bit, and saw buddah in the clouds, but soon returned to trying to get in touch with M.

I decided that I had to drive to my freind E's work to get the number. Driving there was something! I never was in danger (or a danger to others) but I know I shouldn't have. I get over there, and I'm tripping my ass off. My eyes were HUGE! Anyways, I get the number and get ahold of M and we all go to lunch. I was talking like a lunatic, like when someone asked me a question I'd go off on a long winded narrative that rambled farther and farther away from the topic. Talking felt great. It was like my mind needed to focus, and when I started talking, I'd start to drift away from the world, absorbed in the words.

The facial distortions were slight and disturbing. E's face was scary. His eyes were slanted and spaced far apart so that he looked like the devil, or maybe a part man part bull creature. Everything flowed if I looked at it long enough.

We dropped E off and M and I decided to meet back at my house later for a party with a couple of other freinds.

I spent from 4 to 8 or (I think I was peaking) cleaning up the house. I had twenty voices going off in my head at once, 3 playing some incredibly realistic music, another couple singing and about 3 main voices having a conversation. There was a haze to my vision. Anyways, after all this I decided to do yoga, because I was getting pains in my back and my whole body just felt weird. I started doing the yoga, and I had NO problem completing the whole thing (I don't usually do yoga). All the spine stretches and such made me feel so much better, and when it said to feel the energy flow from my hands, I could *feel* it.

Anyways, all the guys finally came over, and we hung out. M got drunk and spent the night puking, and P did a pill of DXM powder. Crazy night :). Much philisophical discussion and much puke occured that night. I was still tripping when I finnally went to sleep at 3:30

I WAS TRIPPING FOR 15 hours!!! Yes! I only started to come down a little at the 10th hour, and when I woke up at 7 the next day, I was completely down, with no dilation of the pupils.